This was my first hint that Declan was on his way. He wasn’t very cute about eight months ago. Shortly after this picture was taken, September 15 was declared his due date. That would be today!
I remember thinking he looked pretty cute in this picture though.
Welcome to the world, Declan. You look a lot chunkier than 6lb 7oz. and three weeks early.
He had to spend a few extra days in the NICU with newborn issues, but his parents finally got to take him home. The Andersons made sure he had an appropriate Carlson blue-and-white-flag greeting.
Beth’s mom was on hand for the birth and the first two weeks, and her dad flew in toward the end of the visit to meet the newest Ambrose family member. What’s your guess? Do you think they like him?
My turn finally arrived and I was ready!
Nothing, I’m telling you, nothing beats watching your own kid become a parent. In this case, the same as it was when Cassidy was born to Quinn exactly 12 years earlier, my joy was mixed with a measure of grief. I feel the need to drink in an extra portion of the experience to satisfy my wish for Paul to enjoy his grandchildren. I even carry that wish to my own parents and to Paul’s parents. I guess my love of family runs deep.
During the grandparent overlap, Father David came to bless the house.
Later that evening we attended mass. It wasn’t Declan’s first time; the Carlsons took him the day he went home from the hospital, not because of a special event but “because we were just so thankful!” I love that!
I got to spend a few days with the Andersons and snapped this pic in their new home when my return transportation arrived. (The two families live an hour apart.) I used my cell phone———because I left my camera at home! Mauri tried to ship it to me, but because of Labor Day, I wouldn’t get it in time. Taylor and Beth loaned me one of theirs, and I switched back and forth to get a couple of fun baby shots.
First I need to brag about my new grandson. He is excruciatingly sweet and totally mellow (I had to wait 24 hours to hear him cry). Because of this and his teeny tiny size, he is the perfect model for Ann Geddes-type poses. Not that I equate myself with Ann Geddes, but she inspired some of these:
That’s the lid to his memory box, and he is sleeping inside the box (cushioned, of course).
Mimi (Declan’s other grandma) had this embroidered for Declan to wear on his first birthday. I guess in three weeks short of a year you’ll see a matching picture of some sort. (Do you like how I assume you’ll stick around that long?)
This is just to show off his eyes.
His adoring Gus.
Some pictures with his parental units.
One for Declan’s home collection. He is so small, we’ll have to tell him that he’s actually in the picture.
As luck would have it, I was there to help celebrate Beth’s birthday. Every Carlson needs blue and white flags! Roses from her hubs. Sadly, I forgot to sing her the “All Day Long” song. Lost opportunity.
Birthday dinner at Yard House. (Recommend!)
Here’s a funny story.
Here is a gift for Declan from a former coworker. Taylor sent a nice “thanks for the gift” e-mail, adding that Declan had an appointment with the pediatrician for his circumcision on Wednesday, and if things didn’t go as expected, maybe he/she might get to wear it. From the gifter’s response, we think his family is still belly laughing.
There’s this . . .
. . . and the proof that some things never change. Father time and too many bowls on Honey Bunches of Oats might have done their work on my appearance, but the photo lover inside remains.
My visit ended with one more service at Redemption Gateway while Quinn and the girls fulfilled their weekly commitment in the Walkers class. My visit included two weekends, allowing me to attend the Carlsons’ church twice and the Andersons’ church twice. Could I have planned it any better?
I’m pretty sure I’ve given you a baby overdose, but I’ll risk pushing you over the edge with one more, because it is this: